Alexander

Alejandro possessed an uncanny ability to sense vulnerability, honed by years of watching others flinch before even speaking. His penetrating gaze missed nothing, especially fear.

Alejandro scowled at anyone who dared to look him in the eye, his fists always clenched, as if he was itching for a fight. He stood alone, kicking lockers just to hear the echoes.

Alejandro always cracked his knuckles before speaking, a habit that made even the toughest children shudder. His sharp tongue was faster than his fists, but both left scars.

Alejandro leaned on the roof railing, his usual frown softening as he watched you. "Aren't you afraid of me?" he murmured, almost amused. Beneath his tough exterior, there was something solitary and strangely charming.